Page 68 of Pitiful Lies

“Yeah, I did. But when I came in, and I saw you, you weren’t alone. A woman was on your lap. She had her arms around your neck, and she looked super comfy. So please, don't lie to me now and tell me that you haven’t been with anybody else,” I say and now I’m pushing against his hold, struggling to get off him.

But he won’t let me go.

“Fuck. I know what you’re talking about,” he growls, and that’s it.

I need to go. I just can’t sit there and listen if he’s going to explain how he spent the night with that woman. I try to wiggle off him.

“Hang on. Quit squirming,” he commands and his grip on me gets tighter.

“You had your say, now let me have mine,” he says.

I stop fighting, but I am so done with this shit. I know Angel can see that I’m resigned.

It’s right there, shining in my eyes. I blink and two fat tears fall onto my cheeks. And it makes me so angry that I’m crying.

He grinds his teeth. But still, he holds my gaze. Angel doesn’t look away. Not once.

“You must have walked in at the same moment Margaret O’Doyle and her new lady, Giovanna, I don’t know her last name, came to celebrate her ascension to the head of her family. O’Doyle is an associate of ours. Giovanna, the blonde, is her girlfriend. She was drunk off her skull, climbing onto my lap,” he explains, and I am fucking floored.

She’s got a girlfriend. And she wasn’t hitting on him. She was just drunk.

Ohhh.

“She wasn’t making a pass at me, Koukla. I’m not even her speed. But even if she was so inclined, I’d have told her no,” he says, and he looks so damn sincere.

“I told you, I only want you.”

“Angel,” I whimper, thinking about the months in Florida when I probably should have just talked to him.

Am I a fool to believe him?

“I swear I have not touched another woman since you. Don’t you get it? I only see you, Koukla.”

“Angel,” I repeat, murmuring his name.

I whisper because I’m afraid to break this spell. But I’m trembling too, because I want to believe him so damn badly. I just don’t know if it’s the smart thing to do.

“I know you don’t trust me, and now I know why. But I promise you, I’m gonna earn it back, Little Doll. I’m gonna make you believe in me,” he says into my mouth as he claims my lips in a kiss that makes me curse Mother Nature.

Angel’s kisses are addictive. They’re better than coffee and sweeter than ice cream, and I want more. I want to kiss him from head to toe.

Fuck my fucking period.

He kisses my cheek, my chin, and my neck, sucking on that space that drives me absolutely wild, and I swear I could come from that alone. Angel groans, and his tongue laps at me before he licks back into my mouth.

“I still wanna fuck you, Sisi. Period or not. But I can wait till you’re comfortable with the idea,” he says, plucking at my lips one more time before standing up with me in his arms.

“Get showered and dressed. I’m taking you out for breakfast,” he says and kisses me again before leaving the bathroom.

What is with this man always ordering me around? But the better question is, why do I like it?

I’m in so much trouble.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ANGEL

“Another fucking warehouse has been hit,” Nico says, slamming his hands down on his desk.

Images of my Koukla sitting on my lap, whispering my name, flicker through my brain.

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